What if someday I’m running out of words?
Would it be possible the words will run after me?
What if someday poetry hates me?
Would it be possible to court him to make me love again?
What if my lousy poetry becomes worst?
How can I win poetry’s heart again?
I used to use my heart to win poetry’s heart
I used to love poetry because of its unbeatable beauty
I used to live my life in poetry’s world
I used to blame poetry because I thought it has a cursed
And I used to betray poetry and leave him with unjust reasons
Now I miss poetry and I wish he will love me again…
Do I still have a chance?